How could I protect his dignity in the face of such a debilitating illness? How could I respect his independence and still keep him safe?
They’re preparing the shul’s Lag Ba’Omer bonfire, and their naturally good middos are shining. Looking out my window, I found the answers to some questions I’ve always wondered about: Why did Lag Ba’Omer put an end to the deaths of Rabi Akiva’s students? Is it a coincidence that they stopped dying on the day that
Bright-eyed and personable, she is not stupid, misbehaved, or learning-disabled. She’s simply “not ready.” “Morah, Morah, the butterflies hatched!” Beaming children greet me at the door of their pre-1A classroom, where I recently began teaching a weekly specialty class. I share their excitement and tell them, “Guess what! You’re like butterflies, too. I watch you
